politics, that sebaceous cyst on your butt

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when speaking to a reporter john kennedy once said, in regards to him not being a ‘true liberal’, ‘i’d be very happy to tell them that i am not a liberal at all.  i’m a realist.’

after jfk was elected and before he took office he said to his father, ‘jesus christ, this one wants that, that one wants this.  goddamn it, you can’t satisfy any of these people.  i don’t know what i’m going to do about it all.’  his father said, ‘jack, if you don’t want the job, you don’t have to take it.  they’re still counting votes up in cook county.’

both are quotes from, ‘an unfinished life, john f. kennedy 1917-1963′, by robert dallek.

no, sir, th’ dimmycratic party ain’t on speakin’ terms with itsilf.  whin ye see two men with white neckties go into a street car an’ set in opposite corners while wan mutters ‘traitor’ an’ th’ other hisses ‘miscreent’ ye can bet they’re two dimmycratic leaders thryin’ to reunite th’ gran’ ol’ party.
–finley peter dunne, ‘mr. dooley’s opinions’, 1901

many a man that could rule a hundred million strangers with an iron hand is careful to take off his shoes in the front hallway when he comes home late at night.
–finely peter dunne

he’s so much fun here’s one more.

the best husbands stay bachelors; they’re too considerate to get married.
–finely peter dunne

a friend of mine received this email from a friend of his up in oh, canada.

The way I understand it is:

Some of us old folks in New Brunswick, Canada cannot figure out why the Americans are even bothering to hold an election.

On one side, you have a bitch who is a lawyer, married to a lawyer and a lawyer who is married to a bitch who is a lawyer.

On the other side, you have a true war hero married to a woman with a huge chest who owns a beer distributorship.

Is there a contest here?

yeah, sebaceous cyst or spurting pustule.  politics.  i’m still not voting but i’m a political and historical junkie.  it’s my make-up or something.  in the genes i suppose.  any more i try and stay away from politics but like sister morphine it calls to me.  to come and partake in it’s bitter exotic  fruit.  i succumb.  slowly at first.  then it’s all hands on deck.  battle stations.  charlie is in the wire.  get my drift?  eventually the sebaceous cyst forms some place on my mien.  it hurts and i want no more of sweet sister morphine.  till the next time.




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